Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.

Pond!

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Egg Cups

Right now the egg yolks are at their deepest, richest orange

When visiting Anke and Wolfgang in Germany last summer, I fell in love with the breakfast eggcups that Anke set out several mornings. They had the cutest little chicken feet (who thinks up this stuff???).

After raving about them to anyone who would listen for the next six months, it's hardly surprising that I got eggcups from both Mama and Bruce for Christmas. Mama's are a classic white molded hen shape -- perfect for smaller eggs. Bruce 's are the kind with feet. They are different than the ones Anke had, but the idea is the same. They are larger than the white ones, so hold the super-large springtime eggs that the hens are laying right now. Both sets came with delicate porcelain egg spoons, of a size to fit perfectly inside an egg to scoop out every last, delicious bit.

Eating soft-boiled eggs has now become almost an artistic ritual. Hard to believe that until now, we would simply set the eggs in small glass shot glasses and cram in regular teaspoons. That worked OK, but eating eggs is now much more elegant and fun.

About Me

My husband and I live in a small house by a small pond that is just past the first and smallest foothill of the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains of California. Our nearest town has the rather large name of Copperopolis, but the town itself is also very small. During the school year I drive my small car down into the valley to teach 4th grade at – you guessed it – a smallish school. On both a grand and a personal scale, life is too short and too miraculous to be taken for granted. This chronicle of our life here at Frogpond Acres is one way for me to remain mindful and appreciative of the many not-so-small wonders and blessings that surround us.